Chapter 571

He took a couple of sips, then turned his head to the side.

She set the glass down and gently pressed her palm to his forehead for a few seconds.

No fever. That was a relief.

When she pulled her hand back, the room fell quiet again.

Clara didn't dare say anything about Z, and she didn't even want to mention going home-if he fainted again, she wouldn't know what to do.

Dylan's health had always seemed so fragile.

She sat quietly, lips pressed together, not saying a word.

His lashes were low, casting shadows over his eyes, when he suddenly mumbled,

"I want to take a shower."

"The doctor said you can't get wet," she reminded him.

He ignored her, hands already reaching for the covers to push them aside.

His back was still covered in wounds. Even the tiniest movement tugged at them. Clara panicked and grabbed his leg, holding him down.

She caught a glimpse of his face he looked even paler than before. Instantly, she blurted, "How about I help you wipe down instead? Once you're better, you can shower."

his eyes closed, and didn't say anything. She took that as

thinking.

basin of hot water and found a

wished Aiden were here. But he'd gone

she wrung the towel out, she tried to psych herself up. But

the towel in the water, hurried downstairs, and caught up with the housekeepers. "Mr. Dylan needs someone to help him

their heads like

can't-sir never lets anyone touch

don't put us

she was on the

a deep breath. "Then call Aiden. Tell him to come

meeting with the execs, then he

All Clara's hope vanished.

and started wringing out the towel

looking completely defeated. The corner of his mouth

to play it off, forcing a

eyes dark. "When did I ever say I was

stood there, not sure how

a soft sigh. "If you really don't

his hand and started wiping down his arm, then the back of his hand, and

"if you don't

remembered how, back

tighter than a mummy-he'd always seemed to

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